"Mabelle! What is this?!" Michel yelled, motioning toward the mess on the floor. However, he saw her attempting to escape as she desperately rushed for the door. That was not going to fly. He knew she wouldn't get far without shoes, but he wasn't letting her off the hook so soon. "No! You're coming back here right now!"
And, as expected. he went right after her. Being smaller than him, she may have been faster, but being bigger and stronger always had its advantages. Grabbing her by the waist, he hoisted her over his shoulder to carry her back up the few stairs and set her down in the kitchen.